reply to post by Therian
ATS transponder: "Yeah, guys, it's pretty grim. We have a contact in OH, WV, KY, CO, two in TX, one in WA, one in NV, and a few I haven't
pinpointed yet. Things are really falling apart. I expected more members to use their transponders. Perhaps the zombies got them. I didn't want
to think like that.
We have to face facts. Maybe most of the ATS members didn't survive. Maybe they are bugging out. I hope they are safe, but I must face facts
sooner or later. This transmission goes out to all the others out there, hopefully you can hear this. I'll repeat this message in 10 minutes. We
are looking for survivors. Over."
We'll be rolling up on our first layover in a matter of minutes. I tap the brake, slowing, thinking about the "others" all alone with their dogs.
I look over to my Husky, and glance at his son, the GSD/Husky mix, and they both nod.
The road ahead is blocked off, and guarded, and as I roll up, they all draw on me. From a hundred yards out, I stop, and look. A stand-still.
My daughter adds another 10 shells to her semi .22. She looks at me fearfully, while loading, and jacks a round without removing her gaze.
"What now, Dad?"
"I dunno. We wait. This is supposed to be a layover spot."
ATS transponder: "KY layover, do you read? Come in please."
I looked at my young daughter, nodded at her, put the truck into first, and cut the engine. It may be a long wait.